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Busk," I said, being much disturbed by her calmness, "surely, surely he is not to be allowed to make an end of every one! I came to this country with the full intention of going into every thing. But I did not mean at all, except in my very best moments, to sacrifice myself. It seems too bad too bad to think of." "So it is, Miss Erema," Mrs. Busk replied, without any congenial excitement.
Let me introduce you to my new ward, Miss Erema Castlewood. Miss Castlewood, this is Sir Montague Hockin, the son of my lamented first cousin Sir Rufus, of whom you have heard so much. Well, to be sure! I have not seen you for an age. My dear fellow, now how are you?" "Miss Castlewood, please not to move; I sit any where. Major, I am most delighted to see you.
Common people have such ways about things they are used to! I might have stood here for a month, and never have thought of that way to settle it. Ridiculously simple. Give me a taste, Erema. Ah, that is the real beauty of our coast, my dear! The strongest proportion of the saline element I should know the taste of it any where. No sea-weed, no fishy particles, no sludge, no beards of oysters.
"Now, Firm, how exceedingly foolish you are! I did hope that you knew better." "Erema, I never shall know better. I never can swerve or change, if I live to be a hundred and fifty. You think me presumptuous, no doubt, from what you are brought up to. And you are so young that to seek to bind you, even if you loved me, would be an unmanly thing.
Fear no eloquence from me; facts and logic are my strong points. And now, Erema, show what yours are." At first this made me a little timid, for I had never thought that any strong points would be needed for telling a simple tale.
Proud as your father was, as proud as ever can be without cruelty, it is my firm belief, Miss Erema, going on a woman's judgment, that if the man's eyes had come up to my master's sense of what was virtuous, my master would have up and told him the depth and contents of his mind and heart, although totally gone beyond him.
"Let us run, let us run, my dear father!" I cried. "Delicious water! The dark falls quickly; but we can get there before dark. It is all down hill. Oh, do let us run at once!" "Erema," he answered, with a quiet smile, "there is no cause now for hurrying, except that I must hurry to show you what you have to do, my child. For once, at the end of my life, I am lucky.
And you know that I never forget your slippers." "Erema, you drive me almost wild by never understanding me. Now will you just listen to a little common-sense? You know that I am not romantic." "Yes, Firm; yes, I know that you never did any thing wrong in any way." "You would like me better if I did. What an extraordinary thing it is! Oh, Erema, I beg your pardon."
You mean that hideous Mexican poncho, as they called it, stuck up here, and going down there. Erema, what observation you have! Nothing ever seems to escape you. Did you ever see any thing so indecorous?" "It made me feel just as if I ought not to look at them," I answered, with perfect truth, for so it did; "I have never been accustomed to such things.
Well, never mind, if you are busy; perhaps I had better not state it crudely, though it is not true that it happens every hour. I shall turn it over in my mind throughout the evening service. I mean to be there, just to let them see. They think that I am crushed, of course. They will see their mistake; and, Erema, you may come. The gale is over, and the evening bright.
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